Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malawi and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.